“See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.”

“And for an instant he would remember Naples: sitting with Sasha in her tiny room; the jolt of surprise and delight he'd felt when the sun finally dropped into the center of her window and was captured inside her circle of wire.Now he turned to her, grinning. Her hair and face were aflame with orange light."See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.”

“A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.”

“I pointed my eyes straight ahead too and muttered, “I’m sure I’ll find something I can do.” I felt Frey’s eyes on me, kept mine aimed at the hall then I heard Frey sigh. “Indeed, you will and this terrifies me,” he muttered back and that was when I allowed myself to giggle.”

“His eyes meet mine and one brow rises in that holy mother of hell-sexy way, then he mutters, "You've got one chance to make my mouth water.”

“Each morning I gaze at the eastern horizon, and if the sun keeps its promise, I keep mine. :)”